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running for President."
"Live from New York, it's Saturday Night."
"Elvis Presley died today at Baptist Hospital in Memphis."
"John Lennon was
New York City he needs a break from LA's
Relentless sunshine, he says, and right
Now Manhattan is giving him exactly
That: The rain is coming
Down in
though they play a major
Part in each way
We can’t blame it all on the DJ
Because when New York slows down
I play the side like a G
Waited my turn but
to vicious Nazi reprisals against her people, trapped in a conflict that forced its way into their lives in a chaotic struggle amongst foreign soldiers,
Paper Mache
Wrapped around hearts
The love never stops
The pain always starts
Walking around, the city at night
The cabs rushing by, New York City
a single strife
City got a special way to make you feel like
You ain't jack by day, but you're Queen and King of the night
I guess thats why I keep an ace in
would get the best of me
Start a new life with my family
Still this thing beats inside of me
No matter where I stay
I find my way back home
(Back
You'll be Home Alone just like that little white boy
Master Eyce is on the way
And live from New York I'm catching wreck on a Saturday
"Live from New
Mississippi A-Town y'all niggaz wit me
They talk funny but them boys makin' money in New York City
Took some trips up to Houston be all the D-Town bootin'
Greg
Shh
(Well or, and this is, New York City)
Where the shiftiest sources leak
Out the back door
For more and this is New York City
(Oh, I see these
idea was a good idea at this point.
There was a free newspaper in New York city called the Village Voice on the back of every issue, there was
where i sleep, now give me my key
[Verse 8: N.O.R.E.]
New York get the blood money, dirty cash still sweet
We will blackwall street by the swapmeet with
you're smiling now. OOH!
It might have been in County Down,
or in New York, in Gay Paree,
or even, London Town.
Hey! What difference does it make?
No
My heart is beating from me
I am standing all alone
Please call me only if you are coming home
Waste another year flies by
Waste a night or two
My heart is beating from me
I am standing all alone
Please call me only if you are coming home
Waste another year flies by
Waste a night or two
style
You might get looted, executed black mob style
From east new york back to ft. green
Brooklyns' classic mystical magic scene
We are plush like
makin' money in New York City
Took some trips up to Houston be all the D-Town bootin'
Greg Street whats happenin' to they love that Gangsta Musik
If
way to go
Seeing a bigger picture, but now from different angles
Tangle of the hustling, survival in the game
Felt I had to leave home to be a household
pac and big
But I let my bandana hang, in the city of angles we gangbang
I move that chronic and yayo way before I met 50, banks, buck and yayo
Ask
the chorus
You ready, New York City we run the mu'fuckin' building, pardon me
Take it, take it back B, I messed up because I'm talkin' too much
Take it from
influence
From the flow to the live show, niggas kept it the truest
They say they city don't love you like you love it
I find that hard to believe
In
on the throne
I'd stop this mess and
Just need to think about it
I ain't going to Sun City
If-if somehow by the South African government
Sun City is described
you stay, no coming back to you
It's a Sunday afternoon
All em people gassing you
Now you stuck in New York City while your dreams is passing you
Kick
much we probably numb to it by now
After all, it's the American way right?
Home of the brave and free (It's America)
Free just to murder me (land
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